Reesa

"'The Washintonian's' Most Eligible Bachelor in DC certainly didn't smile much as a kid, must have been because you were so accident prone. How many different bones did you break?"

"Why are you looking at my photo album? Is The Post now going to do a story on my childhood?"

"No, come on, let me look, we've been dating for almost two months now and I know nothing about you except being childhood friends with the First Lady, Yale law, Chicago community organizing, and whamo, you are one of the top advisors to the President of the United States. Oh, is this obituary of your father? That must have been difficult for your mother. How old were you?"

"12 but ..."

"You see, I knew you could smile! Oh, now I get it, I see the connection, you were a basketball star. Is that how you got to know the President?"

"It helped. Speaking of which, I'm suppose to be meeting Ryan shortly over at the neighborhood court. Don't you have that interview in a bit, or do we have enough time for a quickie?"

"A quickie? Really Stephen, please don't be so crass."

"Come on Lynda, you know you need a good fuck," Stephen said as he leaned over from behind her, placing his hands on her small tits.

"Stephen, stop! You know I don't like that, and get your hands off me. What's gotten into you?" Lynda pushed his arms away and put down the photo album she'd been glancing through. She stood up, glaring at him.

"Yes, yes," he said, almost sighing. "Will you be around tonight?"

"Sorry, but you know I have this dinner, it'll be late then I'm off with the President on his tour of Europe. I'm sorry you aren't coming. I guess I'll see you in about a week."

"Yes, I suppose in a week. Enjoy the trip."

Lynda gave him a light peck on the lips and let herself out as Stephen went upstairs to change for his basketball game. A little one-on-one would be good right now, he reflected; help get his mind off being so horny. He laughed to himself, "How did I ever end up with such a prude, must be my punishment for previous sins, no doubt."

Stephen walked over to the local neighborhood basketball court where he enjoyed playing and shooting, finding himself in another world from the one he worked in at the White House. There was a younger black girl shooting at one end by herself, so he began warming up at the other end of the court waiting for his colleague, Ryan. After a few minutes he heard his phone ringing, it was Ryan to apologize that he wasn't able to make it, his wife having made other plans for him.

Stephen continued to shoot by himself, enjoying the time alone, no thoughts of politics to disrupt him.

"Yo! Hey you. What you doing? Sleeping over there? Can you toss me my ball?"

Stephen was jolted from his quiet focus on his shooting, by the yelling girl. He looked around and saw her ball rolling by which he ran and scooped up. Rather than toss it to her, he dribbled it over to the other side of the court and introduced himself.

"I'm Reesa," the attractive young black girl replied. Stephen sized her up, guessing her to be in her early 20s, and noticing quite joyfully her well-endowed breasts that jiggled every time she moved.

"Yo, white boy, I'm up here!"

Stephen had been busted staring at her breasts and turned a few shades red as he moved his eyes back up to her equally beautiful young face. She was dark, with full lips, a thin face with high cheek bones, a long neck, and perfect black silky skin.

"What's your game, you into us dark ladies, or what?"

"Just appreciating the view, not too many beautiful sights in this neighborhood."

"Your lame. You gotta do better than that white boy if you want to get into my pants."

Stephen just started laughing, taken aback by her boldness.

"Looks like yous got stood up by your friend. So let's make this interesting. A lil one-on-one?"

"I don't know, I don't want to embarrass you or anything. I mean how would it look if you got your ass wooped by a 'white boy'?" slipping into his best ability to pull off a ghetto accent.

Reesa cracked up laughing, whether by his horrible fake accent or his claim to being able to beat her, Stephen didn't know. But amused none the less, particularly as her laughter made her big tits shake under her t-shirt.

"Oh, white boy talks big. Too bad you ain't big where it counts."

"My dear, you don't know what you are missing out on."

"Shit man, you's all talk. OK, let's put your money where your mouth is. Game of 21. You win, you get to see my tits that you keep staring at. I win, I get to see your puny ass of a dick and you pay me a hundred bucks."

"What? You've got to be kidding me. My dick plus a hundred bucks? That doesn't seem fair."

"Dayum, you should pay me more, but I'm going light on you. That's the deal, take it or leave it. You know who's going to kick who's ass, so you better have that hundred."

Stephen stood there for a moment staring at her, wondering if she was for real. And wondering if this wasn't some kind of setup. He could see the headlines tomorrow, White House aide busted in basketball sex scandal.

As he stood there wondering what to do, Reesa shook her tits at him.

"What you waiting for white boy? Ain't you tempted?"

Stephen couldn't help but laugh. This was too unreal to be a setup.

"Here, I'll even let you bring the ball in first. You ain't got a chance girl. I can't wait."

"You'll be waiting a long time, loser."

With that Reesa took the ball from Stephen and ran it back to half court and started dribbling her way in. Stephen played her loosely, trying to feel her game out. It was a mistake, she easily drove him in towards the basket and took a jump shot. Within a few minutes the score was six to nothing, Reesa.

"Looks like I'm going to get to see me a white dick tonight!" Reesa said laughing in Stephen's face.

Now it was his time to step up his game. Next time Reesa drove to the basket he gracefully blocked her, grabbing the ball and taking it back out. Not giving her anytime to recover from her ego trip he drove into her, spun around and made an easy lay-up. Within no time, the score was 10-6, Stephen.

"Shit, white boy has a few moves. You obviously been playing in the ghetto before. They ain't no high school gym moves. You're good, but it ain't over yet, old man."

"Old man? Look who just out ran whom?"

Stephen took, and missed, an easy hook shot, Reesa getting the rebound. Back and forth they went, neither giving up anything to the other. It was now 18-16, Stephen, and he sensed Reesa was getting a little nervous. The thought of letting her win passed through his mind, but then he saw those tits jiggle and couldn't resist the temptation. He drove hard, scored quickly, then again, beating Reesa.

"Shit! Your good, not bad for an old white boy. Where did you learn to play?"

"On the streets of Chicago. Now what about that bet," Stephen said with a big ole shit eating grin on his face.

"What you some kind of pervert. Think I'm just going to strip off my top here? Where you live?"

"Seriously, that's OK, you don't have to. I appreciate the offer though. It was a good game."

"You serious? You been bumping into me, trying to feel me up all evening, now you don't want to see them? What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, it's really not necessary. I enjoyed the game, that's enough for me."

Their conversation continued as Stephen picked up his ball and started walking home, Reesa at his side.

"You actually live in this neighborhood? What you fucking crazy? Oh, I see, you live in one of those old rich folks home. Damn, not only you play basketball but you also got money. I should of hustled a little more, gotten my hundred bucks."

Soon they were at Stephen's row house, and he wasn't sure how to proceed. He thanked Reesa for the game and suggested they meet again for another game soon.

"What you ain't inviting me in at least for a glass of water? Dayum, you white folks are much too paranoid. What you think I'm going to beat you over the head and rob your sorry ass? Shit, you all the same."

"No, no, it ain't that at all. You don't know shit about me, so stop with your lame ass stereotypes. It's just complicated, that's all."

"Oh, I see, you're married? Or, what?"

"No, I ..."

"So, then what is it?" Reesa asked, cutting him off.

"It's just that ... I don't know, it's just an awkward situation."

"Awkward? What, black girl seen going into white guy's house, like I'm some ho? That's what you afraid of? What your sorry ass white neighbors are going to think?"

"Fuck, you don't let up do you? It has nothing to do with my neighbors or who you are. It's who I am. It's sensitive. You get it?"

"No, I just wanted a glass of water."

Stephen looked at her a moment, realizing there was no way out. In fact, he was beginning to be glad there was no way out, he didn't mind her company at all. He liked her attitude.

"Just water? Don't want dinner too?" He jokingly asked.

"Now that you are offering, sounds nice. You cook? Of course you do, white boys know how to cook. What you making?"

Stephen just laughed, not sure what he was getting himself into, but intrigued by Reesa's boldness.

"Better be some real food, like steak 'n potatoes, no lame ass white folks' food like pasta with artichoke hearts or some inedible shit like that."

"I'm impressed you even know what artichoke hearts are. I'm beginning to sense you were actually white once, particularly the way you play basketball, like some white girl!" Stephen accused her, laughing hard as Reesa glared at him.

"Fuck you, just wait till next time, I'll take your ass," she spat out at him.

As they bantered back and forth, Stephen let her into his three-storey row house, just a few blocks from the Capitol. Reesa didn't say much as she walked in, checking out his things, piles of books and papers in the living room, a well stocked kitchen, and even more books and papers in a back sitting room, along with all the electronic gadgets a 40 year old bachelor could get his hands onto.

Reesa plopped herself onto the couch in the back sitting room, that opened out onto a back patio and garden, complete with a hot tub. She thumbed through a few of the books lying around, all on different subjects from education and health care, to Afghanistan and India's global economy.

"Guess this is how the President's right-hand man keeps himself busy," Reesa tossed out.

"How do you know who I am?"

"What do you mean? Everybody knows who you are. You're a celebrity. At least in this neighborhood."

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, I'm serious, everybody knows you live here, you are one of the few people around here they actually care anything about, white boy working for the black man who became President."

"I've only lived here for two months, how does anybody know who I am?"

"Are you serious? You're like on the news every night, plus all the attention you got during the campaign, people here respect you, being old friends with the First Lady."

"So your little bet earlier was just pulling my leg, teasing me?"

"We'll see," she said, giving him a smile then walking out his sliding glass doors to the back yard.

"Just your luck, I bought some ribeye steaks yesterday. Shall we grill them?"

"I'm your guest, whatever you feed me, I'll eat."

Stephen told Reesa to make herself at home while he went and showered while the steaks marinated. Once up in his bedroom, he wondered more about who she was and what she was wanting, guessing either she was on some kind of reconnaissance to let others in the neighborhood know about him, or someone just intrigued by his position of power and wanting to try and get an in. Though, she definitely wasn't the usual DC mover and shaker, a breed he was only just getting used to.

After Stephen showered, he offered Reesa if she wanted to go shower.

"What, you got spy cams in there so you can see my tits or something?"

"Yeah, and they run a live feed to my website -- Sisters of the Hood."

"I knew you were into us black girls. I bet you and the First Lady did it. Though she's like a foot taller than your sorry ass!"

"Go shower, your sorry ass stinks."

On and on they bantered as he took her upstairs and pulled out a towel for her, showing her the guest bathroom to use.

When Reesa returned, she was wearing jeans she had carried in her sports bag, though still wearing her sweaty tee shirt. Stephen offered her one of his, she settling on a white Oxford. The shirt obviously being a few sizes too big, Reesa left the bottom buttons undone and tied it up, exposing her hard stomach. She also left plenty of buttons undone on top, showing off her ample cleavage, her bra-encased tits clearly on display as her dark skin made the white shirt seem nearly transparent. Stephen couldn't help but stare.

"I knew you was white," he joked when she came back downstairs, though his eyes were glued to her dark cleavage.

"Yeah, and you were born a poor black child. Now, where's my dinner you promised me? Letting you win earlier made me hungry."

Over dinner Stephen was able to tone down the racial bantering and actually discovered Reesa to be highly engaging and intelligent. She was still very guarded, reluctant to tell him anything about herself, but openly entered into discussions on politics and policies of the new administration. Reesa was well read, kept up with the political rhetoric of the day, and offered some original thoughts of her own, drawing upon her perspective of life, having grown up in one of the poorer neighborhoods of DC. Beyond the fact that she lived with her grandmother, Stephen learned nothing about Reesa's personal life.

By the time they finished dinner they were well into their second bottle of wine. Stephen cleared the patio table and invited Reesa back into the warm inside. While straightening up the kitchen Reesa fiddled with his cd player, putting on a few R&B albums. When Stephen walked back out to the sitting area, Reesa was standing, slowly gyrating with the music, seemingly in her own world. With her back to him, Stephen just stood there and watched, his eyes fixated on her swaying hips, her shapely ass so perfectly accentuated in the tight jeans she was wearing.

As she turned around, still dancing with the music, Reesa untied the lower part of her shirt, and started undoing the remaining few buttons.

"So, how about I make good on that bet," Reesa seductively asked.

"Woe, Reesa, stop. You don't need to do that. Honestly, I didn't invite you in here just for that."

"I know that. But what if I want it? What if I want to show you? Do you want to see?" Saying that, Reesa finished unbuttoning her shirt, holding it partly open she exposed her inviting cleavage.

"Reesa, you know who I am, I have to be careful about these things. You are a very beautiful woman, intelligent and so very attractive, but I don't know if this is a good idea." Stephen pleaded, mostly with himself.

In one quick move, Reesa removed the shirt, tossing it on the couch and unhooked her bra, letting it slide completely off, exposing her luscious, dark breasts to Stephen.

"Oh god. Those are .. wow; you are so beautiful. Reesa, are you sure? Do you know what you are doing?" he said as he walked slowly towards here.

Reesa didn't reply, she just held up both her breasts in her hands, like an offering. Looking into her eyes, he could see the lust, the desire, which he also felt raging through his own body. Since taking up his position as senior advisor in the new administration, Stephen had been well behaved compared to his wilder bachelor lifestyle he had been leading in Chicago. He had started dating Lynda Matheson, a journalist with the Washington Post, whom he had first met on the campaign trail. Lynda was stunningly beautiful, catching everyone's attention when she walked into a room, men and women all appreciating her distinctive looks and how she carried herself. Yet, when it came down to sex, she was a prude; her whole life being highly controlled. She refused to suck his dick, but one night did finally relent to allowing him to jerk off and cum over her tits, probably the wildest thing she'd ever done. Even though she initially didn't like the idea of him going down on her, she eventually discovered how much she loved having her pussy eaten, though forced him to wash his face and brush his teeth afterwards before she would even think of kissing.

And here was Reesa, half his age, topless, inviting him to suck on her big beautiful black tits. Without a second thought, Stephen delved in, leaning over and kissing between her tits, feeling the soft lobes brush against his cheeks. He started sucking on one then the other of her nipples, gently nibbling them and massaging them with his fingers. Reesa moaned, welcoming his warm mouth, rubbing her hands through his hair as he continued his oral assault on her tits.

After a few moments of enjoying Reesa's soft treasures, he stood up, grabbed her, pulling her tight against his body and kissed her. Their mouths met without hesitation or holding back, her tongue darting into his mouth. Reaching down, Stephen grabbed her ass pulling her even tighter into his body, feeling her tits squished against his chest, her pussy against his dick. Reesa felt his hard cock press against her and wiggled her hips slowly, grinding her pussy into him.

Breaking the kiss, Stephen cupped her face in his hands, holding her still, looking into her eyes. They were dark, no doubt used to hiding her emotions behind a veil, but he did see them glistening, he saw passion, lust, hidden deep within them. Reesa was panting hard, expectantly.

"Your beautiful," he whispered.

He kissed her again, their mouths molding into one, their tongues dancing to their own seductive tune. He kissed her cheek, her ear, her neck and of course her tits again.

Standing back away from her, holding one of her hands, he said "shall we go upstairs?"

Reesa took a deep breath and gave him a slight nod. She wasn't expecting this, still not really sure this is what she wanted. She thought she was just going to tease him a bit and then walk out, leaving him with some blue balls. But when they started kissing, she lost herself, she found herself wanting him.

Walking up to him, she hugged Stephen. He held her tight as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Stephen," she whispered, "will you make love to me? Don't fuck me, don't use me, but love me, just this night?"

He heard her voice quake as she asked, her hard shell had cracks and he was being sucked in.

Breaking the hug, Stephen once again stepped back, looking into her face, holding both her hands to their sides. Her eyes were wet.

"You are a beautiful woman, Reesa. I'll do whatever you desire. I want to make love to you tonight. I want to hold you, caress you, feel your naked body wrapped in mine."

Reesa started to say something, but he shushed her, putting a finger on her lips. Holding hands, they walked up the stairs to his master bedroom.

Stephen walked Reesa over to the bed and laid her down on her back, crawling partially over her, they began kissing while his hands journeyed over the many curves of her body, discovering new delights. As he slid his hand over her hips, Reesa spread her legs. Rather than going straight for her pussy, he teased her, reaching his arm down and rubbing the inside of her thighs. Reesa was squirming, as he broke the kiss and started making his way down her neck, her chest, enjoying her luscious tits. As he was sucking on one of her nipples he decided enough was enough and squeezed his hand tightly over her pussy. She moaned loudly, instinctively lifting her hips up, pushing her pussy tighter into his hand.

He kissed his way down her hard stomach, stopping just above her jeans. He then undid them, pulling them down over her hips and off her legs. As he pulled her jeans down, her panties slid down with them, exposing her young pussy, with just a small tuft of black curly hair above it. He stripped her naked then kneeling beside her started to kiss her body all over. Her tits, her belly button, her neck, her cleavage, all the while he started teasing her pussy with his hand, playing with her pussy lips and prominent clit.